When the Villains Unite - Chapter 12; Part 1 (R-19)

I ruffled his hair, displeased at the contrast between his neat appearance and unruly body. I liked him better this way; the more disheveled he looked, the sexier Bellamy was.

“Bell, who did I say I was?”

“…Master….”

His eyes closed at the thrill crashing through him at my slightest touch. Still, he spoke the word “master” in a low voice at my request. He stuck out his scarlet tongue and licked my lips; his mouth felt dry compared to his back-breaking out in a cold sweat.

The sight of the brothers blushing, submissive, and pleading filled me with an urge that made me even hotter, but I held my tongue and continued to stare at Bellamy.

“… Master.”

A flicker of shame flashed across Bellamy’s face as he enunciated more as if he was asking me to remember saying it the first time was the hardest.

I couldn’t tell if it was shame or mild amusement, but I could tell that he wasn’t hating this scene. He looked up when I didn’t move. His eyes locked with mine, and he licked his lips as he realized what I wanted.

“Only… Please more…”

Damian was the first to react to his words, snapping his head up to look over at Bellamy. While Bellamy stared at me with a pleading expression, not caring about his brother, Damian felt like he’d been betrayed.

Having received the answer I wanted, I moved closer to him and stroked my hand down his cheek. His head followed my hand movements, rubbing his face against it, wishing I would never take back my touch.

“Good boy, Bell.”

“Hah…”

The languid look in his eyes told me he wanted something more stimulating. I leaned down and kissed him, running my tongue briefly over his lips before pulling away. Bellamy frowned, showing his displeasure at the separation. I didn’t intend to end it there, though. I just needed one more thing to keep them both immobile.

I slowly leaned down and settled myself between Bellamy’s legs, then undid his uniform top and pants belt. Even with only the buttons undone, I could see his c*ck was larger than usual.

As I pulled the last of his pants down, I ran my tongue lightly over the tip of his erect, bulging c*ck. Then, Bellamy’s body flinched back.

“… Wait… Rose, that’s…”

“You don’t dare say no to what your master is doing, do you?”

“F*ck…”

In response to Bellamy’s immediate attempt to dissuade me, I nipped at his p*nis. A thick, low moan escaped his mouth at the feel of saliva and a hint of pain.

I took his p*nis into my mouth at my discretion, but my jaw hurt due to his size, especially since it’s been a while. Still, I was pleasantly surprised to smell the familiar, rich, male scent.

“… I didn’t ask you to do this.”

I took hold of the red, veiny shaft and, in slow motions, swallowed his c*ck. I bobbed my head up and down, trying to get used to the size of the d*ck I hadn’t swallowed in a long time.

Neither Bellamy nor Damian looked happy that I was forcing them to undergo something that the brothers had been discouraging. However, Bellamy’s d*ck remained true to its instincts, leaking out small drops of pre-c*m.

Slurrrppp.

“… Stop… don’t…”

Bellamy was trying to tell me he doesn’t like it when I lick a place like that, but if someone who wasn’t familiar with our relationship saw this, they would probably think I was assaulting them… Well, they wouldn’t be wrong per se.

I ignored Bellamy’s comment and tossed my hair to one side, concentrating on devouring his c*ck. The shaft smoothly slid down my throat and back out of my mouth, glistening with a mixture of saliva and his pre-c*m.

I was well aware of why Bellamy and Damian wouldn’t let me swallow their penises. It must have seemed painful for them to watch as I took it all in, but it didn’t hurt as much as they thought. Maybe it was because I’d been giving bl*wjobs since our first time, but I felt empty without it.

“Hah…”

Tears formed in the corner of my eyes as his c*ck pushed deep into my throat. I looked up at Bellamy, who was moaning louder than usual, and he intently watched, burning this memory into his mind.

I couldn’t take my eyes off of him looking so defenseless while aroused; he looked so sexy. Even the sweat forming on his forehead added to the eroticism.

I moved my head and gauged his reaction. His brow furrowed at the sensation of penetrating my throat deeper and I moved.

“… That….”

While I concentrated all my efforts on Bellamy, who threw his head back and stifled a groan, Damian was reaching his limit, trying not to care whether I swallowed his c*ck or not. I could tell how hard he was trying not to look at me.

Annoying.

Damian was supposed to be more impulsive than Bellamy, so his silence pissed me off more.

I stretched my free hand out toward Damian and stroked his inner thigh, sensitive from the drug. He jerked and shifted his leg to the other side.

“Hmph… ?”

My hand floated in the air, perplexed by his movement. I licked up and down Bellamy’s shaft and I looked up at Damian, who didn’t seem to understand himself.

Damian locked eyes with me. I stiffened at the sight of his watery, red eyes.

You disliked calling me master that much…?

“Are you crying?

“Hmmm… no…”

If you aren’t…?

The source of those tears has to be a physiological phenomenon caused by his arousal. Even though I knew what they meant, I felt weak seeing them.

“Rose… no… no more… no, take it out. Now.”

I was rapidly licking up and down as I heard Bellamy’s low voice begging me,  feeling his impending org*sm.

How do you feel when I continue, even when you told me not to? I used my hands to stimulate his d*ck more. His moans increased in pace as I ran my tongue over the glans, my strokes becoming faster and faster.

Every inch of my palm rubbed against the saliva-soaked surface and quickly grew hot. Bellamy had given up on his persuasion and was now speechless and still, letting out ragged breaths as he relished my touch.

His p*nis jerked and throbbed, then spurted out a thick, white, sticky fluid. I didn’t pull my head back in time, so his c*m shot all over my face and hair.

I stroked the rest of his p*nis to get it all out. Then, I looked up at him, slightly smiled, then planted a quick kiss on his shaft.

Bellamy looked at me in disbelief and sighed, knowing he couldn’t do anything about it.

When I was satisfied that he had finished, I slowly pulled myself up and wiped off the traces of him with the slip I was wearing.

Still feeling the effects of the drug, I quickly threw off the soiled fabric and moved toward Damian. He was staring off into space until my shadow fell over him, and only then did he notice my presence.

“Damian.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck and stroked his face with one hand. His wet eyelashes fluttered, and waiting for his reaction, I slid two fingers between his red lips.

I swirled my fingers in his wet mouth as if I was kissing him, just like they always did to tease me. He looked up as if he was ready to reprimand me with his catlike eyes.

I felt like I was committing a crime, even though it was rather mild considering what they normally do.

“Why aren’t you listening to me?”

“… I can’t…”

It was a harsh reply and he acted like he had nothing to do with it. I felt secondhand embarrassed at the incorrect pronunciation since my fingers were pressed against his tongue.

By the way, he wasn’t ever the stoic type, was he? Did escorting Kane turn him into a wall?

I could understand Aria’s frustration, but I wouldn’t do the foolish thing and wait as she did.

“What?”

Despite his reluctance, I broke the charade and kissed the nape of his neck, and unbuttoned his shirt one at a time, revealing his sweating flesh. The taut bulge in the front of his pants, brewing under his wet crouch, stood up in all its glory.

A part of me wanted to undo all his clothes and caress the place as I had done with Bellamy, but I had no intention of rewarding the disobedient boy.

I lowered my head and took the towering pinnacle of his chest into my mouth.

[Many people have thought that stimulating a woman’s n*pples is the sole province of men, but you, the woman reading this book, can target your partner’s n*pples. The dizzying stimulation will make him ej*culate faster than usual.]

I gently ran my tongue over Damian’s n*pple and sucked hard, leaving a mark, like my name was written in small print below. I slightly nipped at the sensitive spot with my teeth.

“… Hah… Big sister…”

damian do be making me mad too sometimes rose

 Kofi